For my life was finished in sorrow, and my years in sighing: my strength was weak in mine iniquity, and my bones fell away.
I am poor and expiring from youth: I bore thy terrors; I shall be perplexed.
For thine arrows came down upon me, and thy hand will press down upon me.
That there is great grief to me and continued pain in my heart.
And he will finish their days in vanity, and their years in terror.
With corrections for iniquity thou didst correct man, and thou wilt melt down as a moth his beauty: surely every man is vanity. Silence.
How long, O Jehovah, wilt thou wholly forget me? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
For my sighing will come before any bread, and my groanings shall be poured put as waters.
Thou wilt not cast me off to the time of old age; as my strength fails thou wilt not forsake me.
Depart from me, all ye doing vanity, for Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping.
Hear my voice, O Jehovah: I will call, and pity me and answer me.